August the ninth, the heavens align,
A beautiful dawn of sacred design.
Eighteen summers have sculpted your grace,
Tabitha, bringing a light to this place.
Oh, Tabitha Dorcas, the world sings for you,
A tapestry woven in gold and in blue.
May your path be adorned with the grandest of dreams,
Guided by starlight and crystalline streams.
The violins rise to honor your name,
A maiden of virtue, a beautiful flame.
With strength in your spirit and joy in your heart,
The chapters of adulthood beautifully start.
Oh, Tabitha Dorcas, the world sings for you,
A tapestry woven in gold and in blue.
May your path be adorned with the grandest of dreams,
Guided by starlight and crystalline streams.
Happy birthday, sweet Tabitha.
The dawn is yours.